Zach is already very familiar with the front and rear distribution of the Church of the Holy Child. He quietly walked around to the back of the main hall, pushed open a small crack in the ajar side door, and looked towards the church where the ceremony was actually taking place.
This should be the grandest funeral held in the Holy Child Church after Mrs. Quinn's last grave. Grand here is not a good word, but pressure. Seeing the important people in Barton sitting here all dressed in black, Father Constantine had no choice but to preside over it himself.
Zach finally found a good time to appear. In front of the altar, the choir was singing something that praised life. Constantine, who was dressed in exquisite and solemn clothes, stood aside. He felt Zach's eyes and leaned against him gently. Toward the side door.
"There is still a long process." Constantine stood on the side of the door, maintaining the compassion that a priest should have on his face to the outside world, and moved his lips gently, "It will be very boring later."
"Of course not, I just did a small favor for Mike." Zach's eyes passed through the crack in the door and glanced at the guests, but except for Mayor Anthony who glanced this way, no one looked at this side at all, " I need to borrow the church phone.”
However, there was an inhuman guy, the real protagonist of this funeral—Undead Jackson. He was attached to Blake next to Anthony and said something in his ear, which caused Blake to look here in hindsight.
Then Jackson, without any nostalgia for the hymn praising his short life, floated over calmly.
Looking at Jackson floating over, Constantine pursed his lips slightly and nodded very slightly, not knowing what he was feeling. But Constantine must have seen a lot of this kind of thing, "Okay, in my office."
Zach got permission and closed the crack in the door. He walked directly to Constantine's office, with a faint smile on his face, and said to the undead floating beside him, "Jackson, if you act like this, you will miss the funeral that our Grande has spent so much effort preparing. It's not very polite." oh."
"It's a waste of effort." Jackson's tone was cold, "I saw that my coffins were moved by ordinary farmers. I didn't see how much strength you Grande used."
It makes sense, Zach said with a smile on his face, "After all, it's your funeral, you only live once..." Halfway through his words, Zach closed his mouth. Jackson's situation really wasn't the only one, Zach waved his hand. "It's up to you, but it's very boring back there. You have nothing to do if you follow me."
"It's okay." Jackson didn't ask what Zach was saying. "In the past few days, I've become accustomed to having nothing to do. You can't be more boring than that guy Blake."
Zach raised his eyebrows, probably out of curiosity, "Living with Blake's companion. How is it going?"
"That's it, it's not much different." Such a vague answer. Using a cold tone, it was obvious that Jackson didn't want to talk much.
Well, of course Zach wouldn't ask further questions, entered Constantine's office, and picked up the phone. Before inserting his fingers into the dial, he paused for a moment and then started dialing Maggie Xinyue's home phone number with a strange expression.
With a funny expression on his face, he was waiting for the call to be connected while guessing whether Walter would still be at Maggie's house. The phone was picked up, basically in the same pattern as the last time I called Walter—
"Maggie's house, she's not here. If you want to buy perfume, please go to Pixar Department Store. The address is on the second floor..."
There was no need to guess, Walter's voice in the receiver mechanically reported the address of Maggie's Crescent Perfume Shop, and Zach interrupted at the right time, "Walter, it's me."
"Tsk!" A bored tut came from the receiver immediately, "It's you again! What are you going to do again! How many times have I told you! Maggie doesn't care about alien affairs! Can you please stop looking for her..."
Zach interrupted Walter again at the right time, "I'm looking for you." Zach raised his eyebrows and glanced at Jackson floating beside him. He didn't know if it was appropriate to say such a thing in front of a minor, "But it's interesting. The thing is, I look for you, but I find you every time at Miss Crescent's house." Zach curled his lips and said that the dead spirit was not underage, "You are starting to create an impression on me, Walter, you are the same as Xin Yue. Did Miss Yue live together?"
"What the hell are you talking about!!..."
The person on the other side of the receiver suddenly became angry and yelled without any logic, so Zach had to hold the receiver and pull it away from his ear. And the angry shouts still passed through the receiver, buzzing in the empty office. Jackson's blue and transparent face wrinkled, and he casually expressed his opinion with the irresponsibility of a half-grown teenager, "This man must be sick."
The roar in the receiver suddenly stopped, and after a moment of silence, the roar broke out again, "Who is over there! Who just spoke!"
This frightened Jackson. His cyan body quickly floated away, his face full of vigilance, staring at the receiver in Zach's hand, "He can hear me!"
Zach shrugged, taking the receiver closer again, "Just a boring dead soul. Don't you read the newspaper? Today is the funeral of Bishop's son." Zach glanced at Jackson, which was considered a joke. , "The real protagonist doesn't seem to be interested in the funeral at all. Leave him alone."
There was silence on the other side of the receiver for a while.
To be honest, Walter did not ask for such news, or intelligence. Think about it, the dead son of the Bishop family is here in Grande. In this city where aliens are increasingly affecting the lives of ordinary people, one day, this news will become useful.
So at this time, Walter was digesting the intention that Zach told him.
"Let's get down to business." The brief silence was ended by Zach, "You know the Hermann factory explosion yesterday."
"What are you going to do again?!" When they got down to business, Walter also responded to the impatience he showed every time Zach came to him, "You still owe me the last payment!"
"Yeah." Zach raised his eyebrows, "If I don't look for you, remind me, I'm worried that you will forget." Zach smiled, "How is your price list going?"
"Uh..." Walter probably didn't expect that Zach really wanted to pay. He was stunned for a moment, and then hummed at the receiver for a long time. The sound of paper flipping could be heard, "!"
"Doll?" Zach repeated the extremely specific number.
"Yes!" Walter replied affirmatively, "Cash!"
Zach shook his head and agreed, "Okay, cash. Well, this time, it's not me who is looking for you, but the devil who needs you and needs you to send a message to hell..."
Without avoiding Jackson, Zach quickly finished the solution he had thought of for Mike.
"Although it's just a simple message, this is actually a dangerous commission." Zach narrowed his eyes. This was different from what he told Mike. "After all, you are threatening other cities from Crowley's position. As a devil, you don’t know what kind of character you will face, so you have to think clearly.”
Let's look at the facts. In fact, there is no room for Walter to "think clearly". Mike has already informed Crowley of this perfect plan as quickly as possible under Zach's reminder. Does Walter still want to hang out in Barton in the future
do you understand? Not only is Zach not prepared to pay Crowley's bill, he is also not prepared to take any responsibility for Crowley! On the contrary, everything must be firmly blamed on Crowley!
Zach listened to the sound of breathing in the receiver, curled his lips, "Just think about it, I won't disturb you anymore." and hung up. (..)